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What is it about summer music festivals that bring out the worst in fashion?
Year after year, despite the position of fashion's trend cycle, one thing stands firm even among our most beloved brands. The psuedo-ethnic, borderline appropriative, trippy Western meets 2002's idea of futurism, cacophony of "festival fashion."
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Aesthetically, it's just bad. The patchwork vests, the whole promiscuous hippie, "indie sleaze" vibe. The white sunglasses, hologram bikini, crochet crop top, cowboy hat, face jewels, star spangled panty, fringe goulash is harsh on the eye.
Howeverrrrrr, as a costume it can be appreciated.
In the way that Halloween has transformed into a massive content capture for celebs and normies alike, or how the zeitgeist was prepped and primed for the silliness of the MSCHF Big Red Boot, happiness is a very much needed ingredient in the world of style.
Is festival season culture's new branch of camp? A safe place for a non-cowboy boot wearer to dibble and dabble? Where minimalists take off their cool in the name of being festive? A wrinkle in time to dress up as a festival goer, leaving our hard and fast styling rules on the shelf for once?
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While I for one would rather not dress up as a frisky alien or an astronaut who moonlights as a sex worker, I can't lie — I do love to see it for the sheer joy it brings.
I'm double tapping every space helmet, bejeweled harness, cow print skirt, and post apocalyptic platform boot... from the comfort of my own home... in a black tee...and black sweats. The embodiment of "if you like it, I love it."